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A Time for WhisKY

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By Richard K. Munro

Thomas Munro, Srto his left “AMERICAN JOHNNY Robertson to his right the young boy is his nephew Jimmy Quigley 16 at the tjme.

It’s Five O’Clock. “Whisky is liquid sunshine.” said Shaw.

Like most Highland natives, Auld Pop had a vague knowledge of a thing called barbecue, but had never actually eaten any. He was, however, intimately familiar with whiskey. In fact from 1914-1933 he often made his own. I do not know and have no knowledge if he ever sold any of his poteen. I do know he used to say, “Prohibition? What’s that? No excise officer ever kept a Highland man from his dram.” “Does love make the world go around? Well aye, mon. “Strrruth! . But whiskey makes it go around twice as fast. Aye! An’ gies a mon a sonsie gizz, aye! ThAAt’s a sonsie face – a jolly, smiling face!.

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Spanish memories: anchovies, music, laughter and Coca Cola

by Richard K Munro rmunro3@bak.rr.com

I taught AP Spanish for years and Spanish for Native Speakers. One of the works I taught was PYGMALION (in Spanish) plus many other plays from the Quintero brothers and others. I always taught 2-3 plays per semester and fragments of novels as well as short stories newspaper articles and essays. Usigli was popular but no question the most popular plays were from Shaw and the Quintero brothers. I knew about Spanish versions of the Quiet Man, the Sound of Music and of course MY FAIR LADY from my years of living and studying in Spain. I studied four summers in Spain and lived in Madrid for two years. Ironically if I had not married I probably would have stayed in Madrid much longer. A bonnie place wi’ a sporran fu’ of Yankee siller. Madrid es buena cuando la bolas suena. Like the character in A Song of Sixpence by A. J. Cronin about the coming to manhood of Laurence Carroll and his life in Scotland and Spain. I had a brief moment in paradise in Spain (studying in Valladolid, Soria, Salamanca and Madrid). It was in the Cronin book I learned about the Scots College (formerly in Vallodolid now in Salamanca). Most of the teachers and priests of my father’s parish in Scotland 1915-1927 were educated there including FATHER COLLINS. Not a great book but very entertaining with some lyrical descriptions.

Ruth Munro, Richard K Munro and Mrs. Munro on St. Columba’s Day June 9, 1982 the happiest day of my life Soria , Spain. Auld Pop was not there and Don Benigno was not there. I like to think they met in heaven on that day for a dram or too.

Spanish memories: my wife and used to listen to light classics and zarzuelas at her Grandparent’s house in Soria, Spain (c. July 1973) and drink Coca-Cola and eat anchovies. Don Benigno was a very cultivated man.

Don Benigo a retired country doctor was the only Spaniard I ever met who knew immediately Munro was a Scottish Highland name (and not Italian). I said how did he know that? He got up and got a book from his shelf and started to read to me THE LAST OF THE MOHICANS (in Spanish) Three of the main characters were Scottish Munros. He said, in a joke, that all his life he was waiting to meet an authentic Scottish Munro. We all laughed.

Later my wife gifted me the book which I still have. I now think that Don Benigno hoped I would marry his granddaughter. Many happy memories of visiting his house, listening to classical music, and playing chess. The tapas were always great! He never served me alcohol though I was only 17.

In memory, I can taste the rich old cane sugar Coca-Cola (I haven’t tasted the like in many years) and the salty anchovies.

In memory, I hear the ghost of a tune CONCIERTO ARANJEZ.

What is the greatest distance between two points?

Time of course. But it is wonderful to have had over 50 years of continuous memories and friendship.

Nothing like it.

another old favorite I used to sing with my mother. She said it was true in my case as I only found love outside the Anglosphere. Why? Perhaps because the Spanish lassies were a little more traditional. They helped me survive the 20th century which was not easy for me despite my massive “privilege”

There’s No Real Definition of ‘Conservatism’ and That’s a Good Thing | The American Conservative

Jump now to the time of Corona, in the year of our Lord 2020. “Conservative is kind of a meaningless word now,” a young and skilled writer (one I like to read, Brad Polumbo) recently stated on social media. Meanwhile, over at the venerable Intercollegiate Studies Institute, an institution charged with promoting conservatism within higher education, another young and gifted writer, Gracy Olmstead, writes: “I am loath, in fact, to embrace the label ‘conservative’ myself—in part because of the ways most people define it, and in part because I am unsure whether any political label fully defines my beliefs.”

I suppose it must be age and, perhaps to some extent, ego, but I find such statements to be as mystifying as they are unsatisfying. While I agree that conservatism is not, nor ever should be, a political label, I am far less certain that it should be loathed or dismissed so readily. I also fear that in this age of Trumpian populism and soft authoritarianism, conservatism is all too readily confused with populism.

The most important question for any conservative remains: what should be conserved?
— Read on www.theamericanconservative.com/articles/theres-no-real-definition-of-conservatism-and-thats-a-good-thing/

THE cANCEL CULTURE AND MORALITY and caring about all black lives

BY RICHARD K. MUNRO

https://www.news-journal.com/opinion/navarrette-cancel-culture-means-more-freedom-not-less/article_810809d4-cdca-11ea-84f5-bf300465f179.html?fbclid=IwAR1mZX7uohK4i9DdfqgIpDzHkO6DZMALCm_E9X9HXUL_wIyqIzv__6gC0wQ

It’s all good. If you want to spout off in ways that some folks are going to find offensive, you have to pay the piper.” So Ruben Navarrette is not worried about the cancel culture.

Yes, Ruben Navarrette except for one thing. The foul lines are being constantly moved. I believe in sacramental tradition marriage; even five or ten years ago this would not have been a radical statement (President Obama claimed his supported this view until he “evolved”). But today, in many quarters just to say this is homophobic and yet I have never opposed the legality of Gay Marriage or ever written or said anything anti-Gay. I just believe that secular marriage offered by the government is meaningless to me. I am a Christian traditionalist and I believe “God made man in his own image in the image of God created he him, man and woman alike.” I believe marriage means openness to children.

So I can peacefully coexist with Gay Marriage or “marriage equality” just like I peaceably exist with the legality of abortion on demand. I have a strong reverence for life so my personal beliefs are to sympathize with the Pro-life side but I don’t think we will ever have a constitutional amendment abolishing or prohibiting abortion because 1) abortion exists in nature (miscarriage) 2) many people if not most belief abortion is an acceptable form of birth control and fanatically support their individual right to have one. 3) new drugs and abortifacients will make abortion a private matter no longer practiced in clinics. The only thing I can do is pray for and support a pro-family pro-life culture (especially in our personal family life). But I know people have to choose to have reverence for life. I just believe that life is a better choice than death.

Nothing I can say or do will dissuade them but I still believe that inducing an abortion of a healthy child is morally selfish and evil. To me it is a great tragedy -a far worse tragedy than the death of a single African-American by an overzealous policeman. All black lives matter born and unborn. That’s a slogan you will never see. And If I publicized it I would come under withering attack. Yet Martin Luther King jr. would probably have agreed with me.

So perhaps you don’t agree with my point of view but 1) I have no desire to force my opinion on others 2) it is my right to freely express my opinion and to practice my private religion and teach that morality to my children and grandchildren by my words and by my example. Right is right and wrong is wrong. The killing of a prisoner by overzealous policemen is wrong and those responsible should be brought to justice. But there is so many more African-Americans being snuffed out in abortion clinics by far and killed by gang shootings. So in my view, focusing on the relatively few (9 last year) of police killings of unarmed Black men is doing nothing to help America or the African-American community.

Caring about all black lives is not, and cannot be construed as supporting White Supremacy. I am not a White Supremacist and I have opposed White Supremacy my entire life. I believe in the melting pot. It is not by chance my godson is African-American and none of my grandchildren are white but all are Mexican-American. My daughter dated an African-American man in college and I never said a single thing about it. I was happy he treated my daughter with respect and provided her with a certain security when she went on long car trips. She broke up with him but not because of his race but because of his character. He was superficially charming but undisciplined he couldn’t finish school or hold down a job. But my daughter followed what I taught her: judge each person as they come as an individual not by their race or class. I taught my children to be “color blind” but today of course even that notion comes under attack as “racist” something I find unbelievable. My Catholic faith teaches me than we are all one human family. Being obsessed with race and believing racial differences are important is the mark of a racist person (such as a White Supremacist). But my conscience is clear. People can call me any name they want but I stand justified with my maker and know I do not teach nor support evil.

Edmund Burke and the Last Polish King ~ The Imaginative Conservative

Stanislaw Augustus (1732-1798) was the last Polish king. Not without controversy, he was one of the greatest patrons of the arts and sciences in his day. In his many efforts, he supported publishing, libraries, architecture, education, painting, cartography, ballet, theater, and industry. He was also the co-author of the Polish constitution of May 3, 1791. A great and meaningful reformer, the last monarch essentially undid his own position.

In An Appeal from the Old Whigs to the New, the grand Anglo-Irish statesman, Edmund Burke, praised the May 3, 1791 constitution as one of the great reforms of the modern world. It should be remembered that this was the so-called “Age of Revolutions,” and Burke had witnessed both the glories of the American Revolution and the hideousness of the French Revolution. Poland’s reforms and constitution, he thought, offered real meaning, much closer to the American experience than the French one.
— Read on theimaginativeconservative.org/2020/07/edmund-burke-last-polish-king-bradley-birzer.html

Conserving in 2020 AD or 499 BC ~ The Imaginative Conservative

What then does our conservatism mean in 2020? What does it mean as statues tumble, as injustice reigns, and as anger seethes? What does it mean when our leaders seek not the common good, but mob-ish acceptance? What does it mean when our children are indoctrinated with racialism and collectivism rather than individualism and personalism?

At its essence, conservatism has not changed over the years. While the debates may be about a variety of things, the meaning of conservatism lies in understanding that, taken as a whole, our ancestors are not utter fools. The past for the conservative must remain the great laboratory of human experience, human knowledge, and human wisdom. The past is our depository of strength, our trust fund of morality. Now, more than ever, we must preserve what has come before us. Every statue torn down by the violent is a terrorist attack on our very civilization and our very strength as a people. Like the unsung heroes of Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451—the men and women who memorize each book burned by its society—we must remember and preserve our statues, our museums, and our cultural storehouses—even if only in our own minds and souls. Like those around the immortal Cato the Younger, we must become living embodiments of the virtues.
— Read on theimaginativeconservative.org/2020/07/conserving-2020-499-bradley-birzer.html

Special Report: China expands amphibious forces in challenge to U.S. beyond Asia – Reuters

Experts on amphibious forces note the PLA already has powerful army units that are trained and equipped to make the kind of landings necessary for an invasion of Taiwan. In expanding the marines, they argue, PLA military planners are looking at operations across the globe, in places where China has extensive offshore investments. These commercial interests are likely to multiply as Beijing presses ahead with its Belt and Road Initiative, an ambitious bid to put China at the center of global trading routes.
— Read on www.reuters.com/article/us-china-military-amphibious-specialrepo-idUSKCN24L17B

My father’s angel mother:Mary Munro

My father was educated in Scotland up to age 12 1/2. When my father finished the sixth grade in Scotland in 1927 his mother was told he had only two choices “the Army or the docks.” She was so horrified at this news that she reportedly answered angrily, “Och no, there is a third choice, America!.” So she decided finally to immigrate in October 1927 and they came on the SS Transylvania via Ellis Island. My father said, “All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to America and to my angel mother.” Love wins out and endures.

I like to think if Mary Munro were looking down from heaven would see my wife and my daughter and daughter in law and say,:


    “Love conquers all. Faith never dies.
    One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh; but the earth abideth forever… The sun also ariseth….”

Mrs. Munro (Mary Munro) circa 1915 in Glasgow Scotland. She volunteered to work in a munitions factory after her two broths and brother in law were killed on the Western Front serving with the Highland Light Infantry.
Mary Munro circa 1920’s
family portrait March 17, 1915 St. Anthony’s. Her husband THOMAS MUNRO, SR was served in the trenches at Ypres. My grandfather had been listed as missing in action when my father was born on March 10. Mary Munro held off the baptism a few days until she heard the news her husband had been saved by Indian soldiers and his friend American Johnny Robertson.